A different sort of caring:
when all my old defenses melt
and run off like an April snow,
I don’t remember what I know–
I haven’t very often felt
so deep a trust in sharing!

You could have been my brother.
Protecting me from consequence,
allaying my anxieties
in all their grim varieties,
you bring a dose of common sense
quite unlike any other.

I’m really somewhat shaken:
you have become so very dear.
This friendship two-dimensional
was not at all intentional,
and if it now should disappear,
I would be quite forsaken!

©1988 Dorothy Miller Gutenkauf